As he spoke, Yue Mingxuan took out the remaining mushroom from the pouch at his waist.
The man before him carried himself with noble grace and since he moving so freely at night in a place like this, he was most likely someone from the royal family. It was better not to provoke him.
Besides, Yue Mingxuan could tell that this man probably didn't care about such small things.
From the way he looked at him it was obvious that he doesn't seems to know him.
So, letting him think that Yue Mingxuan was just a poor herbalist would keep him from getting suspicious.
Sure enough, Rong Qinglei shook his head gently. His gaze shifted from Yue Mingxuan's face to the reishi mushrooms in his hand.
"Since you picked them, then they belong to you," he said kindly.
"Really? You mean it?" Yue Mingxuan asked with a bright smile.
